Food and Scat

I hadn’t seen my feeder/scat friend in many weeks and then he texted me yesterday while I was at work.  The text just said "how much do you weigh now?"  I don’t really share my actual weight with too many people and for him to just come out and ask like that kind of turned me on.  I wrote back that I hadn’t weighed myself in a while but I would when I got home and I’d let him know.

I was pretty eager to step on the scale for him when I got home, and I knew my weight would be up from the last time.  I was happy with what I saw and I texted him right away.  He immediately texted back that he was thrilled about my new weight and wanted to take me out to eat.  I suggested maybe a little scatplay after that and he seemed interested.

We went out to a casino buffet, of course, and he told me while we were driving out that he didn’t want me to get up from the table at all.  He would just bring food for me to eat.  I’ve eaten quite enormous amounts of food for him in the past, but he suggested we step it up a little last night and I was curious what he had in mind.  After we were seated, he brought me three slices of cheesecake and a bowl of ice cream.  Interesting way to start.

While I was finishing off the ice cream, he showed up with large slice of prime rib and a healthy size bowl of mashed potatoes.  As I was eating that, he told me that he figured each plate of food I ate was the equivalent of a "normal" meal and it should be followed with a dessert.  He brought me another bowl of ice cream, a slice of chocolate cake, and a plate of cookies.  I was starting to feel full at that point, but I knew there was a lot more to come.

A plate of pasta and some fried chicken was next.  The chicken was quite good and I told him I wanted some more, mostly because I knew he would like hearing that.  He reminded me that I had to have some dessert first, and came back with ice cream, a danish, and two more slices of cheesecake.  The desserts were filling me up.

 Next was a whole plate of fried chicken.  I felt like I was getting my second wind as I was eating it, so I figured I’d toy with him and mention that I could really go for some more prime rib.  He smiled, and said he’d bring me some right after a serving of dessert.  He asked me if I had a preference for dessert and I told him anything but cheesecake since I’d already had five pieces of that.  He returned with another bowl of ice cream and three slices of different cakes.

As I was finishing that, he came back to the table with a huge slab of prime rib and another plate full of fried chicken.  I ate the prime rib but told him I was really kind of getting sick of the chicken.  He told me I could either eat the chicken or three more slices of cheesecake.  I decided to eat the chicken.  I apparently was going to get stuck with the cheesecake anyway, because after that he brought me more ice cream, a slice of cheesecake, and a brownie.

I was stuffed and he knew it.  Of course, continuing to feed me when he knows I’m stuffed is really what this is all about.  He asked if I wanted another plate of food or more dessert.  I chose food and he came back with enchiladas.  He encouraged me to eat up so he could get me some dessert.  I asked him to get me something other than ice cream and cheesecake this time.  He said that I could either eat a bowl of ice cream and two slices of cheesecake, or he would bring me a larger amount of the other desserts.  I chose the other desserts, and he returned with two slices of cake, two slices of pie, two brownies, and a plate of cookies.  I was hurting when I finished all of that.

I asked if we were done and he reminded me that he was stepping it up this time.  He asked how much room I had left and I said none.  He laughed.  He said I’d have to eat two more plates, and I could choose if they were food or dessert or one of each.  I shrugged, because it almost didn’t matter at that point.  He seemed sympathetic and then had a new idea.  He said I had eaten six slices of cheesecake and two more would equal an entire cheesecake, and that’s what he wanted to see me eat.  I knew he was turned on just thinking about it so I told him to bring me some ice cream too, and he loved that.

After that one last dessert we left.  He said he was so eager to get my clothes off that maybe we should just get a room at the casino hotel.  I liked that idea.  It took a while to reserve the room and find it, and by the time we closed the door we were ripping each others’ clothes off.  

I went down on him for a while and enjoyed how hard he was in my mouth.  We had talked about some scatplay and I was wondering if he wanted to poop on me.  I started paying more attention to his ass and eventually he moved into a squatting position over me. I know most people probably don’t want to read the details of scat sex, so I won’t go much into it.  I can say that when we finished, we had made quite a mess in that hotel room.

We talked about showering together afterward and but quickly realized we wouldn’t both fit in the shower together.  It was disappointing, but he was turned on knowing I was that big.  We spent the night together and had sex again in the morning.

Checking out of the hotel, he turned to me and asked if I was up for a breakfast buffet.  I was still filling full from dinner, but I loved the idea of eating more for him.  As we walked into the buffet area, I noticed that even for brunch they still had all the desserts out that they had for dinner.  I knew that he would like the idea of me eating more dessert, so I suggested starting with cheesecake.  He loved that, and started me with two slices.

 As I finished eating them, he announced that he thought my brunch should be only dessert items, and he came back with two slices of cake and a plate of cookies.  I was already feeling full, but I continued to eat for him.  I knew it made him happy and I wanted to have more sex with him.

 I ate a shocking amount of dessert for him.  When we finally got in the car to come home, he asked me if I wanted more dessert.  I was pretty sure what he meant, but just to confirm, I asked if it would be chocolate.  He laughed.

We went back to my place and had sex again.